The blinking light from her phone made the darkness some how deeper. She sighed to herself, and pulled the covers up around her. A few minutes later she kicked them off. She rolled her eyes at her self. Tonight was going to be a long night. There was top much to think about, to worry about. The new job, if she had made the right decision leaving John behind, and if she really could make it in the city. She pressed the power button on her phone. 3am. 'Well hello old friend' she thought. She reached over to her nightstand and turned on the lamp. She blinked as the light chased the darkness scurrying to the corners of her room.
The light revealed stacked boxes, their contents spilling out over the disorganised furniture. Stacked on a small side table was a like of books. Her entertainment while she waited for a phone line and the Internet. She crawled to the edge of the bed and snatched the top one from the pile before she and it could tumble to the floor. The cover had on it the promise of a terrible novel, a vehicle for badly written bodice ripping. Good, she thought. That should help me sleep. She flicked passed the first few pages of introductions, and termially boaring acknowledgements, and settled down to read the opening chapter.
"The blinking light from her phone made the darkness some how deeper. She sighed to herself, and pulled the covers up around her. A few minutes later she kicked them off. She rolled her eyes at her self. Tonight was going to be a long night. "
She stopped and frowned. The opening sentence seemed oddly familiar. She felt a shiver of cold run up her spine. She shook herself to get rid of it and tried again.
"I had that dream again" the man in the book was saying. "About the girl in my dreams reading my life. It was so vivid, so real.' The doctor tapped his pencil on his clipboard 'can you tell me what she looks like?'
'Every detail. ..' the doctor quirked his eyebrow 'not like that. She's a very modest girl. She even wares these blue pyjamas, fluffy fleece ones, with little clouds with smiley faces on'"
Slowly she looked down at her blue fluffy pyjamas. With mounting horror she found her eyes drawn to the pattern. Shed never really paid much attention to it, but they were in deed clouds, not sheep. They did indeed have smiley faces.
She closed the book. Perhaps that was enough reading for tonight.
